Y'all can decide what describes this mess later
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Red toes in first class
So I'm connecting in Phoenix, headed to Costa Mesa, and I receive a picture from a colleague who's headed to San Diego.
Her piggies are prettier than mine. She's also in first class, having stayed loyal to US Airways when I bolted to American and then Southwest.
Meanwhile, I'm sitting in the aisle seat of the last row in permacoach.
Yes, I was born to suffer.
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